The Beautiful Darksuits

Reno was bored. More bored then he ever should be, besides now Rude was gone too. He said he was going to find something for the red head to do, but he’d been gone almost an hour. If Reno looked unbusy for too long, Tseng was going to get on his case. Or worse – Elena was going to come by and try to give him a lecture as if she were Tseng. That girl was a pain. Just as he came up with something to do about his boredom, however, an email came through on his handheld.

FROM: Rude
TO: Reno
SUBJECT: Tseng
Tseng is naked, hard, and moaning your name in the Science Lab. I think Hojo did something to him only the horny bastard isn't in sight. Perhaps you should help the boss?
-- Rude

FROM: Reno
TO: Rude
SUBJECT: Re: Tseng
What the fuck?! Tseng?! Without a suit on?! Lemme grab a camera… Then I'll figure out some way to help him.
-- Reno

FROM: Rude
TO: Reno
SUBJECT: Re: Re: Tseng
You better fill me in on the details.
-- Rude

FROM: Reno
TO: Rude
SUBJECT: Re: Re: Re: Tseng
You know I will, yo. You buying drinks?
-- Reno

FROM: Rude
TO: Reno
SUBJECT: Re: Re: Re: Re: Tseng
Are you sucking my dick?
-- Rude

FROM: Reno
TO: Rude
SUBJECT: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Tseng
Taskmaster...
-- Reno

The series of emails had been too much for Reno to pass up. Even if Tseng wasn’t doing something like that just the images Rude had put in his head would be more than enough to get him through the rest of the day. Besides, it's not like the Science Lab was too far out of his way, there was probably something cool going on there. However, what Reno found was right on target.

There was Tseng; moaning, panting, and arching his back like some lustful little sub. Reno couldn’t resist going in now, then closer inspection revealed Tseng riding his fingers, with his other hand wrapped tightly around his cock. “R-Reno!” Reno’s jaw dropped at the mention of his name and the camera he had been carrying nearly did, too. Quickly he caught it and snapped off a flash-less shot. That's for my sake… he thought noting that he would probably never see his boss like this again. He carefully put the camera down and made his way over to Tseng, approaching him with caution.

“Yo, Boss... Are ya feelin' alright there...?” Nervously, he placed a hand on Tseng’s shoulder. Tseng’s eyes widened as he tried to look surprised, but instead only blushed, furthering his lustful look.

“Reno... I...” Tseng’s sentence was interrupted as Reno's hand was causing a fire to burn through him. “Hojo did something... I'm so hot... and I can't...” His eyes traveled down his own body to glance at his cock. It was shiny with pre-cum but the amount of liquid between his legs indicated that he'd cum once already. “... stop at all...”

“Well, uh...” Reno began following Tseng's glance down. “What can I do to…,” he cleared his throat thinking of an appropriate word, “help..? Did tha’ creepy bastard say anything, Boss?”

“I should have known better; he had...” It was hard for Tseng to speak and he bit his lip to try to help him concentrate and still his hand. In response his body tensed and arched wanting the contact back. He stared at Reno hoping to calm himself and instead he only succeeded in causing his body to explode with heat. “Oh Reno... Reno... I'm so hot...”

“Ah... fuck…” The red head muttered before moving his hand away and standing in front of Tseng. This was almost too much. How could this be happening, and to Tseng of all people? “What do you want me to do, Boss man…?” he asked, his face serious, an expression he wasn’t accustomed to making. Something had to be very wrong for this to be happening. However, Tseng’s response was quick and without thinking. For a long time Reno had been the object of his hidden desires, how perfect for him to show up.

“Touch me,” was all the older man could manage at this point anyway, never mind that his brain was barely functioning besides commanding his body to cum again. As soon as the words left Tseng’s mouth, Reno was stripping off his jacket and tossing it to the floor. He reached out to curl his fingers around Tseng's cock, slowly stroking it, making this the first time he had ever obeyed Tseng’s orders without a complaint or hesitation. Tseng’s body jerked up into his hand as a groan slipped from his mouth. Without thinking he reached his hand up to grab Reno's shirt pulling the red-headed boy on top of him. “More contact.” A small yelp came from the startled TURK as he was tugged down, having no choice but to obey.

“Alright, gotcha,” he said as reached his free hand up to comb his fingers through Tseng's hair in a gentle comforting manner. But this kindness was not what Tseng had in mind. He kissed Reno hungrily, moaning at the contact he was receiving.

“Yes, Reno... please... it feels so good...” his voice was deep and almost primal. Reno didn’t have time to respond before the teeth of his superior sunk into his neck. Reno cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain, tensing his body.

“Damn… Didn’t think you were the type…” he moan before shifting his weight to stroke Tseng at a different angle.

Meanwhile, Hojo paced in his observation tower while speaking into a micro-recorder. The hand without the micro-recorder held a clipboard with seemingly random numbers, formulas, and words written on it. A small black and white TV brought a snowy feed of what was going on in the room below him at a different angle of what he could see through the window. The lights in the office were out so as not to disturb his specimen.
“It appears that the specimen is exhibiting more animal instincts at the presence of another person. There also appears to be a small dominance struggle between the two. Yes... so this hormone can even send a human into a mating frenzy.” He smiled. This was going rather well.

“Inside. Now,” was all Tseng said as he clawed and bit at Reno's neck, his moans turning into growls now. Reno groaned in response, moving his hands away to get his pants down. Damn, was Tseng always this pushy? “Damn good you're attractive, an' I'm me, yo…” Tseng responded by tearing Reno's clothes off.

“It's so hot Reno, please, please.” Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was embarrassed as that he was moaning this way, begging like some wanton slut, but he couldn’t seem to stop. It was as if this heat could only be cured by Reno being inside him. He pushed the red-head back and crawled onto his hands and knees pushing his ass into the air. “Take me!”

“Alright, yo…” Reno grips the hip of his boss firmly while he uses the other to guide himself in carefully... he still didn't want to hurt his boss, no matter how desperate he sounded.

“Reno! Never in your life have you been careful! Now is so not the time!” The dark haired man growled and moaned as he pushed hard against the cock inside him. “Reno!” The younger man closed his eyes, moving his other hand to Tseng's other hip.

“If ya say so, sir...” and with that he pulled most of the way out before shoving back in. Whatever itch his boss had to scratch he was going to help him do it. He was rewarded with moans and Tseng grabbing the steel table beneath them rocking into Reno's thrusts.

“Harder, Reno!” Reno just smirked at the shouted command and leaned down to give Tseng the courtesy of a reach-around. Still, he gripped Tseng’s hip harder as he complies. Last thing he wanted to do was anger the boss when he was in this state. For all of his moaning and rocking into Reno, the heat Tseng was feeling was getting more and more intense. He thought he might cum again but even if he did he knew he would still be hard. Whatever Hojo had given him was driving him insane. Where was Hojo anyway? He said he'd be right back. A long deep moan was emitted as Reno hit particularly hard against Tseng's prostate. “Reno, FUCK!”

Reno licked the sweat from Tseng's shoulder, adjusting his hips to keep hitting the same point. On one level, he found himself wondering just what the hell Hojo was up to, and what he used. On another, he was highly concerned for his boss; this was not typical Tseng behavior. Who knew what the hell would happen once he snapped back to reality. Currently however, he was preoccupied with what's at hand, or rather in his hand. And what was in his hand just decided to throb a little making Reno tighten his grip. That sent Tseng over the edge and he came with a long deep moan of Reno's name. However, instead of slowing his pace he began moving harder against his subordinate.

“Reno, Reno don't stop...” he moaned even as his body was shaking and trembling and he knew somewhere in the back of his head that he'd be so very sore tomorrow.

“Fuck, Boss... I’m not gonna…” It had to be a dream, Reno thought as he groaned, continuing with the quickened pace set by his partner, there was no way HIS boss was moaning and squirming beneath him.

“The subject is showing all the signs of being in heat. Multiple climaxes are possible. So far the subject has had two and shows no sign of stopping,” Hojo continued, writing down a few more notes. He went to set the micro-recorder down and then as if having second thoughts picked it up and said, “Perhaps I slipped him to large of a dosage. It's a shame these hormones were wasted on someone who was gay. The testosterone flowing through his body right now... he could impregnate all of the ShinRa building.” A chuckle escaped from him. Imagine if that blond ditz TURK had come in.

The heat Tseng was feeling was still burning him up. He needed something else… Without warning, he pulled away from Reno, wanting to say something to him but only managed to look at him for a moment before attacking his nipples and collarbone with lips, teeth, and tongue. A bit shocked, yet still highly aroused, Reno moaned out, arching into the new sensations he was experiencing. Feeling Reno’s body beneath his teeth and hearing his moans as well only got Tseng more excited. He pushed the smaller boy down and straddled him grinding his hips against his roughly.

“Ye-yeah... boss…” Tilting his head back, Reno reached forward to stroke both of their penes. A smirk grew on his face. Now he knew why Reeve always blushed so bad whenever someone hinted that he had spent the night with Tseng. The man was different in bed… Reno’s thoughts, or what was left of his ration thinking mind, were interrupted as Tseng moved on top of him. The darker haired man had decided to crawl over Reno into the 69 position.

“Prep yourself while I suck you.” Reno’s fingers were in his mouth before Tseng even finished talking. He sucked his fingers quickly before moving them down to finger himself, while he shifted his attention to lick and suck at Tseng's tip. The other moaned before lowering his head to Reno's cock to almost instantly deep-throat him. One of his hands reached back to run his fingers through the fiery red trail on his partner. He had always wanted to do that. Those curly red hairs tempted him every time Reno stretched with his untucked shirt exposing just a hint of red.

Oh God, Reno thought, that’s my weak spot, and he couldn’t help but thrust up into Tseng’s mouth, moaning. Another finger was added to his self-prep, and he turned his head forgetting to continue his oral attentions. Tseng pushed his hips down trying to get Reno to take it back into his mouth. Reno returned to sucking and licking hungrily on Tseng's cock again at the prompt. He liked to get dominate every now and then as he had been earlier but he really loved giving head and even more then that he loved being fucked. So he opened his mouth and sucked as much as he could in, trying to keep his fingers moving. Again rather suddenly, Tseng moved away from Reno, stroking himself as he watched Reno.

“Keep fingering yourself.” A nod from the younger TURK was his only response as he moved his legs out a little while he obeyed. His other hand gripped at the table turning his knuckles white. “Moan. Tell me what you want,” Tseng commanded, his hand pumping a little faster around his own cock. Arching his back sharply with a gasping cry as his fingers graze his prostate, Reno thought it was more than ironic that it had happened right after his boss had commanded it.

“Fuck..! Ts--Boss... Don't tell me... you're gonna have me prep... an' not do anything, yo…”

“Patience,” Tseng said, not even realizing how ridiculous that sounded coming from him at the moment. He laid down on his back, his hand still stroking himself as he ordered “Ride me.” Reno crawled over him after pulling his fingers out. A hand on Tseng's chest helped him balance while he reached back with his other hand to help guide Tseng's cock in. Almost immediately, Tseng arched his hips in an attempt to help Reno. “Don't tell me you're so delicate...” Reno grinned at that.

“Not me.. But it's fun pretendin' yo…” with that said, he dropped all of his weight down on Tseng’s cock, taking the older man inside him. Tseng moaned out loudly and gripped Reno's waist.

“Reno fuck... hot... tight...” Reno smirked and moaned as well. He curled his nails into Tseng's chest, beginning to rock his hips slightly. “Still too gentle Reno…” Tseng managed before lifting Reno's hips and slamming them back onto himself, probably causing bruising on the both of them. “Don't cry Reno...”

“Nn..! Who's cryin', Boss...” the redhead stated before dragging his nails down Tseng's stomach to his own cock and beginning to jerk himself off. Tseng arched off of the table at the scratches causing himself to thrust hard and deep into Reno's prostate. The elder TURK let out a rather loud growl, almost in frustration while a bright bit of blood welled up on Reno’s lip where he bit it to smother a cry. As he shifted his gaze to look down at Tseng with half-lidded eyes he noticed that his boss had stopped moving for the moment. The heat in Tseng’s body had subsided enough to let himself realize he was hilt deep in a colleague.

“Ah, Reno...”

“Ye-ah, Boss..?” he responded with worry tinting his voice. Tseng shook his head a bit and tried to sit up.

“I... I'm sorry.” Tseng’s face was the reddest Reno had ever seen it. Even redder than the time last year when Reeve had one too many sake and started going on about how big Tseng was. It appears that Reeve wasn’t making it up either. Reno managed to shove his boss shove back down before he made it too far.

“What do you mean, you're sorry....” he asked in a husky growl.

“This... I... we... I got caught up and... we shouldn't be doing this.”

“THIS doesn't agree, Boss...” Reno said, smirking and rocking his hips. Delicate yet strong fingers immediately gripped the rocking hips.

“Reno... god.... you want this?” A nod was all Tseng received as the boy on top of him squirmed a bit, trying to get him to move or otherwise cause friction.

“Fuck me, yo!”

“I swear Reno... if you tell anyone...” Tseng trailed off, already began to rock his hips
inside the redhead. Reno just smiled and let his head fall forward.

“Lips're... sealed...”

“You're so tight... Reno...” Tseng spoke, his words sounding more like groans then words. He arched his hips and bounced Reno on his cock, his breath quickening as well as his pace. Reno moaned at this and not to be out done, he arched his back as well pushing himself down more when Tseng brought his body down. “Come on Reno...” Tseng began his breathing heavy making his voice thick “I’m an old man, don't tell me I'm going to cum before you...” he smiled a bit trying to alleviate the awkward feeling he now had in his stomach.

“Y-ya a'ready did...” After a few seconds more, Reno’s restraint was gone and he came in his own hand with a soft moan.

“Ah~!” Though Tseng couldn’t really remember all that's happened fully, he supposed it could be true. It wasn’t long before he came also, filling Reno and barely making a noise. Part of him wanted to pull Reno down and kiss him and hold the boy while he figured out what to do with this situation; after all, the only two men he had been with before this had done that with him. Reeve, was particularly good about it and Zack... well, Zack needed the cuddling more than the sex. Still, Tseng figured the Reno could handle a smack on the ass and being told to be on his way. However, instead of acting upon anything he just lay there sliding one of his hands further down Reno's thigh. A soft sigh escaped his lips. Reno just sat there for a short while, panting as he recovered. Sighing, somewhat in relief, that his boss is back to normal now, too, he asked,

“So... gonna tell me what gotcha so hot n' bothered, Boss...?” He grinned cheekily at his superior while waiting.

“I suppose saying ‘Hojo’ would sound pretty bad, huh?” Tseng remarked, chuckling a little.

“Just Hojo?” Reno made a face at the thought “Yeah, that'd sound bad, yo.”

“I came down here to get some papers Hojo had filled out, requesting something for the TURKS to go and do for him. I made the mistake of mentioning that I had a headache and Hojo handed me what appeared to be a glass of water and walked off saying he'd be back in a little bit. In hindsight, I should have known better then to drink something Hojo had given me... He must have spiked it with something because the next thing I know I was... well.... you saw me.” As Tseng finished, Reno’s eyes darted around the room for a recording device.

Hojo smirked in his office shutting down the TV and other recording devices. He hadn’t been caught and he had gained a lot of information on his new hormone. His notebook was now full of notes and formulas after observing the events that had transpired. He needed to hormones if he was going to breed the ancients as he had planned. Tseng had been an unwilling test subject but had done very well. It was most exciting when his plans worked out this well.

“Yeah, anythin' ya get in here isn' going ta be what ya want it to be...” Reno muttered, looking back at Tseng when his semi-search was at an end. “So, how's your headache, yo?” his body tensed as he started to push himself up to get off of Tseng and the table. Tseng’s hands slid down Reno's body as he got up.

“Oh, it's subsided. Actually I feel pretty good...” he struggled to sit up as well. “...though it's most likely the result of endorphins. Are you feeling ok? I wasn't too rough was I?”

“Nothin' a hot shower won't fix later, yo. What 'bout you, Boss?” Reno’s eyes roved around the room starting to locate clothes, glancing towards Tseng every few seconds to make sure he was alright still.

“Make sure your hair goes down the drain in that shower. I don't want to see little red hairs all over the place next time I go in.” Tseng found the pair of pants that were his and made the mistake of trying to stand to get them without realizing how shaky his legs were, resulting in his collapse into a little pile on the floor. Reno’s laughter at his boss’s comment died in his throat. Quickly, he went over to him and pulled one of Tseng's arms around his shoulders to help him up.

“Careful, yo...Sit here.. I'll get tha clothes, yo.” When he was sure that Tseng wasn’t going to fall again, Reno went to get the pants and gathered the rest of the clothes up, putting them on the table, making sure they went where it wasn't covered in some form of mess.

“Ah, it's just... There isn't really much saving face in this situation is there?”

“Not really, Boss.” He grinned. “At least it's me n' not Elena, yo.” Tseng shuddered at the thought.

“I was so far gone I might not have even noticed. Though... now that I think about it..., How did you know I was down here Reno? It just seems odd since you were...” he turned his face away embarrassed again.

“Well.... Rude sent me an email, sayin' you were in here an' didn't look good... an' that you were sayin' my name…” he handed Tseng a shirt, worrying over him again. The older man’s eyes widened before he buried his face in his shirt for a moment.

“Rude saw me too?”

“I dunno what he saw, Boss. But ya know, we're TURKs. An' TURK business is TURK business, yo.”

“Unless Elena hears.” Tseng smiled, trying to relieve some anxiety before struggling to get his clothing on.

“That's true, yo...” Reno looked thoughtful for a moment, then helped Tseng with getting his pants on. Then he started to throw on his own clothes with the usual carelessness.

“Oh, and also you when you get drunk. Tuck in your shirt Reno.” The usually slovenly TURK rolled his eyes, but tucked the shirt in just a little. “And your tie...”

“Didn't wear it today, boss.”

“Oh? Hmmm, it seems I forgot to add a zero to your pay check today...”

“What?!” Reno demanded, letting his mouth fall open.

“I'm not sure... It was probably because I was distracted by your lack of tie.”

“I never wear a tie, boss-man!”

“It might be a permanent decrease then...” Tseng laughed at that but Reno scowled.

“Fine... Ya can wait fer Hojo to come back yourself.” Sneakily he picked his camera up, slipping it in his pocket. “I’m out of here, yo.”

“Hey Reno... thanks for helping me out. You know, maybe you could come by my office after work and we could talk about it.”

“What ‘bout Reeve, yo?”

“Ah… don’t worry about that…”

“Sure then, Boss. Ya need any help gettin' there?”

“No, I'll be fine.” And to prove it, he stood and walked towards Reno, tugging on the red-head's pony tail. Reno just pulled his hair out of Tseng’s grasp and went forward to open the door for Tseng.

“See you later, Reno.”

“See ya after work…., Boss.”